Tomate Maduro = Ripe tomato (Spanish)

Fratello = Brother (Italian)

(Please correct me if I'm wrong, for I'm pitiful and used the sacred Google Translate.)

Hetalia (c) Hidekaz Himaruya

AN: I've always wanted to do a story with only dialogue, so I hope no one is confused by their unspoken actions.


"Lovi, I wish you could see your face! It's as red as a tomate maduro! It's so cute, but… do you have a fever?"

"No, I do not have a fever, you unbelievable bastard."

"Then why?"

"Take a wild guess."

"But-"

"Just humor me, please."

"…"

"…"

"… You're hungry?"

"You know what, never mind. Where were you?"

"Why? Oh, you were worried about me, right? That's so cute, I could-"

"No. It's three in the fucking morning and you're just getting back now, so allow me to rephrase. What the hell were you doing at three in the morning that was so fucking important that you couldn't find the fucking time to let me know you wouldn't be back?"

"I went to your brother's house after leaving the bar- Hey, where are you going?"

"Away from you!"

"Whoa, careful! You bumped in to my soccer trophy! Hey, wait up!"

"Go away, bastard!"

"…"

"Go back and stay with my brother and just leave me alone."

"…"

"Well? What are you wait- Don't touch me, damn it!"

"You're jealous."

"What in the world would I ever have to be jealous of?"

"That I spent time with Feli instead of you."

"Like hell if I'd be jealous of my fratello of all people."

"Admit it."

"No."

"You can't deny it."

"Fuck you."

"Then, can I kiss you?"

"Fu- What?"

"Can I kiss you?"

"You're crazy."

"Only for you, babe."

"You get that off one of those Hallmark cards that Alfred prides himself of?"

"That doesn't answer my question."

"Just shuddup."

"Only if you kiss me, Lovi."

"…"

"Ha ha, you're all red again!"

"B-Bastard!"